Author Archive for Stephen Hightower

Stephen Hightower
Stephen Hightower is a graduate of the Regent University School of Divinity, and has been a staff member for the school for the past four years. Prior to working at Regent he spent more than a decade serving in various pastoral ministry positions. He is currently working on a Doctorate in Strategic Leadership, and plans to return to pastoral ministry and church consulting work after graduation. Stephen has been married to his wife, Wendi, for ten years, and they reside in the historic district of Portsmouth. When not in school or traveling for preaching engagements, Stephen spends most of his time in restoring their house, which was built in 1895.

When Passion Turns to Pain

Saturday, June 12th, 2010 by Stephen Hightower

There is something inside of you that wants to come out. That sounds like an intro voice-over for a cheesy sci-fi movie, but I’m actually talking about something good. It’s called passion, and I believe each of us has something we’re incredibly passionate about. It’s that thing that makes us come alive like nothing else–and the thing that can break our hearts like nothing else. I think you know what I’m talking about. Maybe your heart is ready to skip a beat as you read this…

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Man Dies During Sunday Sermon

Sunday, May 9th, 2010 by Stephen Hightower

I was almost born in church…literally. My mother went into labor during the Sunday night service (yes, when I was born most churches still had those). This had the makings of a really cool story of how God called me to pastoral ministry, but my parents managed to make it to the hospital (after the service). As a pastor’s kid, I was in church pretty much whenever the doors were open. When I became a pastor, the same held true. For all my time in church, though, I didn’t imagine dying in church…until a few weeks ago.
About ten minutes into the pastor’s message, I began to shake – and it definitely was not a Pentecostal experience! My skin went cold, but I was sweating. My heart was racing and I began to hyperventilate. I have to interject here that I like to consider myself an intellectual, so I was trying to think through things carefully before reacting. In this case, I forced myself not to make a scene (thankfully I was sitting in the back row), and to think about what was happening. I came to the conclusion I was having a panic attack, and that some deep-breathing and desperate clutching of the pew would soon relieve my symptoms. Sure enough, within a few minutes, I was breathing normally and my mind was rehearsing the event, trying to figure out what triggered it. Here’s what I came up with… Read the rest of this entry »